Lydia anxiously tapped against her phone case. After her and Allison had an argument on whether or not Isaac and her would work out, she came to her house in annoyance. She then realized she didn't care what Allison thought. This was her choice not Allison''s. "What the hell is taking him so long?" Lydia muttered to herself.

Isaac had called about five minutes ago saying he would be a little late. As anxious as Lydia was, she certainly took it the wrong way. She used boys as toys, and if she couldn't have Isaac then she would obviously put up a fit.

She decided to get up. She walked to her mirror, wanting to know whether she looked good or not. She looked into the mirror, feeling confident in herself. "You look fine." Lydia reassured herself. She had decided to keep it simple with her hair, not wanting to make a big fuss about having Isaac over.

Ding Dong. He's here! Lydia sprinted to the door, taking in a deep breath. She opened the door, giving Isaac a sadistic smile.

She noticed that Isaac had brought a couple of textbooks and a few notebooks. "Sorry I'm late, Martin. Got held up." He paused. " You seem particularly happy about that." He gestured to her smile.

Lydia made a clicking noise with her mouth. "Just get inside, Lahey." She scowled."And you seem like being late is alright, which is obviously not."

"Hey, I said I was sorry!" He defensively shrugged.

Surprisingly, Lydia grabbed Isaac's hand, leading him into her room.

"Come on, wolfie. My room's the perfect place for studying." And sex.

Isaac's hand felt warm. Lydia could feel scratch marks on Isaac's hand. Where the hell did they come from? Deciding not to ask, Lydia continued.

She lead Isaac into her room, plopping down onto her bed. "Do you wanna do our homework here?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, giving Isaac an innocent yet devious smile. That smile was a smile that Lydia used when she wanted something. And she definitely wanted Isaac.

Isaac felt extremely nervous, as he tugged his shirt. "Um . . . okay." He stammered. He walked over to Lydia, sitting next to her. She made him feel very nervous. And that smile. That smile definitely made Isaac nervous as well.

"What's wrong?" Lydia slowly asked, leaning into him. "You look nervous." She noticed the way he licked his lips when he got nervous. She also noticed how pink his cheeks were. "There's nothing to be nervous about." She said softly.

"Can I ask you something?" Isaac looked at Lydia, his heart racing.

"Yes?" Her heart started racing. Stop it, Lydia. She scolded herself. He can listen to your freaking heartbeat.

"Why did you invite me here?" Isaac breathed. "Why me? Out of everyone you could invite? I mean, you don't even talk to me." Isaac wanted to stop, but he continued. "I've tried to kill you. On more than one occasion. You could have invited Derek and that would make more sense!" He tried his best not to yell, not wanting to upset Lydia. Not knowing why, he felt as if he needed to say that. Let his words go.

Lydia's face paled. She took a deep breath in, trying to find the right words. "Do you not want to be here? Do you just flat out hate me? Is that what it is, Lahey? I can't try to talk to you? Believe it or not, I'm making an effort. You mean so much to Allison, Scott, and Stiles. And yet, I haven't even had a proper conversation with you! It doesn't make me feel good. It makes me feel bad because neither of us has ever made any effort towards each other." Lydia didn't know where any of these emotions came from , but they were genuine. Deep down, she had always felt this way. But she locked her feelings away, a long time ago. She wasn't letting her feelings get in the way. Ever since Jackson, she couldn't let that happen. Not again.

Isaac gulped, looking down. "I-I didn't know you felt this way." He faced Lydia. Her cheeks were light pink. She looks really cute, Isaac thought.

There was a pregnant pause.

Isaac touched Lydia's hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." Isaac took in a deep breath. "I'd really like to get to know you, Martin."

Lydia blushed, looking down in the shame of blushing. Lydia Martin never blushed. Especially when Isaac Lahey was the cause of it.

Isaac pushed a lock of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. "If you don't mind." He added.

"I don't." She said quickly.

"Starting from now," Isaac said raising his pinky finger. "We get to know each other. Pinky swear?"

Grinning, Lydia raised her pinky. She then wrapped her pinky around Isaac's. "Pinky Swear."